Tamara de Lempicka Andromeda

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Nanny lifted out the paperwork. The first envelope was addressed to her, and bore the legend: To Gytha Ogge, Reade This NOWE.
The second envelope was a bit smaller and said: The Will of Esmerelda Weatherwax, Died Midsummer’s Eve.
And then there was a bundle of letters with a bit of string round them. They were very old; bits of yellowing paper crackled off them as Magrat picked them up.
“They’re all letters to her,” she said.
“Nothing odd about Always tried to see inside to the real thing.”
They were both silent for a moment, and the silence wound out around them and filled the kitchen, to be sliced into gentle pieces by the soft ticking of the clock.
“I never thought we’d be doing this,” said Magrat, after a while. “I never thought we’d be reading her will. I thought she’d keep on going for ever.”
“Well, there it is,” said Nanny. “Tempus fuggit.”that,” said Nanny. “Anyone can get letters.”“And there’s all this stuff at the bottom,” said Magrat.“It looks like pebbles.”She held one up.“This one’s got one of those curly fossil things in it,” she said. “And this one . . . looks like that red rock the Dancers were made of. It’s got a darning needle stuck to it. How strange.”“She always paid attention to small details, did Esme.